Or maybe I'll go to Vegas, where prostitution is legal. Not that I'd take advantage of this. I'm just stating that prostitution is legal there. Yes, you can actually pay for sex and not be penalized under the law. Just saying. So have your fun, Congressman!
(Somehow I doubt she's offering her thoughts on the Peace of Westphalia with a carful of historians. More like offering a Piece of of Wendy. Ho, ho. Pun intended.)
Or maybe I'll just go to Mississippi instead and have people can gaze at me in wonder for having brown skin and, you know, shoes.
I'm still unsure of whether I'll be trekking via car, train, or plane. But I do know that I need a break from this house; I need a break from Jersey. Like Stella, I need to get my groove back.
I look forward to it.
And I'm very much looking forward to this weekend.
FRIDAY NIGHT: awesome friends, awesome music, shitty booze.
SATURDAY NIGHT: same as above, hopefully. Considering I don't perish in the Roseland Ballroom.
As horribly schmaltzy as this sounds, I've got to say: I may be accident-prone, but I'm not such an unlucky person. Some actually think well of Vince -- who'd have thought?
Cheers, mofos. The Song of the Day is also the Greatest TV Theme Song Ever:
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